Drying out a conscience, evicting a nightmareOpening the doors for the dreams to come home

We live out lives in private shellsIgnore our senses and fool ourselvesTo thinking that out there there's someone else caresSomeone to answer all our prayers, all our prayers...

Are we too far gone, are we so irresponsibleHave we lost our balls, or do we just not careWe're terminal cases that keep talking medicinePretending the end isn't quite that nearWe make futile gestures, act to the camerasWith our made up faces and pr smilesAnd when the angel comes down, down to deliver usWe'll find out that after all, we're only men of straw

But everything is still the samePassing the time passing the blameWe carry on in the same old wayWe'll find out we left it too late one day to say what we meant to say

Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the waterThose problems seem to arise the ones you never really thought ofThe feeling you get is similar to something like drowningOut of your mind, you're out of your depth, you should have taken soundingsClutching at straws, we're clutching at straws, we're clutching at straws

And if you ever come across us don't give us your sympathyYou can buy us a drink and just shake our handsAnd you'll recognise by the reflection in our eyes that deep down inside we're all one and the same

We're clutching at strawsWe're still drowningClutching at strawsWe're still drowning, yeah clutching at strawsI'm still drowningWe're clutching at strawsI'm still drowning